Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2022 01:13:30 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: chapter 9 of "Travis and Lily Build a House" attached Dear Nifty Reader: Here's the next installment of a new story about my favorite young couple, Travis and Lily. Soon after they met, they took a cruise where bisexually liberated Lily taught Travis to explore his bisexual side (see `Travis and Lily Take a Cruise', below); he's now hooked on just about any kind of sex between just about anybody. This is a story about them building the ultimate suburban Florida exhibitionist's sex palace! Please make a contribution to Nifty, so that horny fuckers like me can keep posting these stories! I love feedback, by the way. Chapter 9- The Story, Part 2 I turned off the video and just sat for a long time, reveling in the afterglow of my massive orgasm. I came around after a while, surprised to find that nearly twenty minutes had passed. I took a towel and wiped off what must have been a cup of jizz from my chest, stomach, and cock then headed off to the bedroom to unpack and find my swim suit- - it was time for a visit to the neighbor's pool. As I put my things away in the drawers and closet, I realized I'd forgotten my suit, but after a short search, found Paul's stock and picked out one of his `speed-o' style racing suits and pulled it on. One of Paul's interests was competitive swimming- - he was on a team affiliated with the local YMCA; I guess these were the suits he wore during swim meets. I'd never worn one of these and was surprised at the pleasant sensation of the tight, smooth nylon as it caressed my semi-hard cock and swollen balls. As I walked through the gate in the fence between Paul's house and his neighbor's, it was apparent that all the homes in this neighborhood were as classy and expensive as Paul's. This one was a huge soft beige home with white trim and stunning walls of glass and a large, inviting swimming pool surrounded by lush vegetation. I approached the back of the house and after a cursory look through the large windows, satisfied myself that the occupants were indeed gone. I then stripped off the speed-o and jumped into the pool for a few much-needed laps. The sensation of skinny-dipping was exquisite, and before I'd finished two laps, I was again sporting a full hard-on. Life was good and getting better. I swam hard for about twenty laps and climbed out, exhausted. I fell into a lounge chair and soaked up the sun while my breathing fell back to normal. I closed my eyes and let the sun burn into my skin and begin to evaporate the water droplets clinging to my skin. Not realizing how exhausted I really was, I fell asleep; only when the loud squeal of a bird startled me, did I realize nearly an hour had passed and the sun was sinking in the west. I groggily gathered up my towel and suit and headed home, taking a last look into the house to make sure all was OK. The rest of the evening was spent watching a baseball game and eating a frozen dinner. The next day dawned clear and bright. After breakfast, I decided to work out with Paul's weights and then go for another swim. I thought, as I cleaned up the dishes, that I had been transplanted to some garden of Eden- - naked, alone, no phones, mail, or rude people, and best of all, everything I could want in the way of entertainment and recreation. My workout was especially invigorating, working my entire upper body some, but concentrating most of my hard lifting on my chest, shoulders, and arms. The back and abs could wait until tomorrow. It was a little weird at first pumping iron in the nude, but after a while, I think the heightened sensuality and images from the video and magazines actually added to the intensity of the workout. The `pumped' feeling was satisfying as I replaced the last dumbbell in its cradle; I admired my form in the wall mirror. I liked the massive sweep of my chest and full look of my biceps as I continued to pant, still trying to catch my breath. Sweat dripped off my elbows, chin, and balls, and the veins were bulging in my arms. It was time for a swim. I decided that since I'd checked on the neighbor's just last evening and since they were not due back for a couple more weeks, I'd chance wandering over without the swim suit this time. A cautious peak around the corner of the fence confirmed that I was still alone; I padded over to the pool and plunged in. The water felt divine and I decided to just paddle around this time and not use the pool as a fitness tool. Before long, I was cooled off and relaxed; I climbed out and fell into the nearest lounge chair, then closed my eyes to soak up the sun. Images of long, thick cocks filling tight, hairless cunts began to fill my thoughts and my dick began to rise. Before long, those images changed to the mad, grinding fuck I'd seen in the video last night and of the complete and astounding orgasm I'd experienced at the end. By now my prick was distended to its fullest and throbbing in the hot sun; I grasped it firmly and began to stroke my tortured meat. My balls quivered as I stroked full length again and again. I was well on my way to another gusher when I was startled, not by a bird this time, but by what sounded like a muffled cry or moan coming from the house! I quickly scanned the back of the house and for the first time noticed one of the sliding glass doors slightly open. I cursed myself for being so careless by not checking out the house initially. Nonetheless, I wrapped the towel around my torso as best I could and cautiously approached the back of the house, using the foliage to creep along the edge of the patio. What I saw through the bedroom window stunned me for a few moments. The room was ablaze with lights; three of the walls were covered in mirrors. There on the king-sized bed was an exquisitely beautiful woman completely naked and kneeling upright with her knees spread wide. She leaned way back on her heels and was sawing three fingers frantically in and out of her outthrust bald pussy. Her other delicate, red-nailed hand alternately kneaded her shaking tits, pulling and stretching one swollen nipple then switching to tug on the other. Each thrust of her hand into her sopping cunt brought a loud guttural sound that accentuated the intense pleasure she must have been feeling. She was facing away from me at an angle, but a well-placed mirror allowed me to catch all the action, front and rear. Also, it seemed the room was unusually bright, but with all the windows and mirrors in the room, I guess it made sense. After only moments, she finished her massive, quaking orgasm with a loud groan and collapsed forward, slumped into a sort of kneeling fetal position, heavy breasts mashed on the bed, knees apart. From the window, I had a perfect view from the rear and could see her beautiful flesh all flushed and pink and wet; her firm rounded ass cheeks slightly parted from her bent-over posture, her drenched, blossomed pussy plainly visible as well as her puckered, winking asshole. My now rock-hard cock strained against my towel. I let it fall away and out it sprang, throbbing once again to full erection. As I gripped the shaft and gave it a couple of strokes, out oozed a large, clear drop of pre-cum, testimony to my peaked arousal. As I smeared it around the head of my now-straining cock, I looked back into the room. Her breathing had grown more steady as she rose back up to kneel and stared into the wall mirror opposite the bed. She seemed to be studying herself, feature by feature, as if looking for any change her thunderous orgasm may have made in her body. I was mesmerized. Her heavy, pendulous breasts were perfect, brown-nippled gourds, and her smooth, lean stomach led the way to her small, dark pubic patch. As my gaze traveled up from her beautiful body to her face, I was surprised to see the very woman I'd watched in the video at Paul's house last night! Could it be? I was stunned! As a wave of chills ran down my back, I felt emotions wash over me I'd not felt since adolescence while watching the "Twilight Zone" on TV. Was I dreaming, or was this indeed the porn star that had made the film I'd just watched yesterday? Before I could be certain, an even greater shock struck me. With a sudden jerk of her head, she was startled to see the bedroom door push open. There in the doorway was an apparent stranger, judging by her stunned reaction and quick attempts to cover her beautiful breasts with the bed-sheet. Adding to her shock and confusion were the dual surprises of a small pistol in one hand and an enormous, purple-headed cock in the other. He had evidently been in the process of burglarizing the home or something when he heard sounds coming from the bedroom, and had reacted the same way I did when he saw this gorgeous woman pleasuring herself. Although I couldn't hear the conversation, it was apparent that the intruder intended to have his way with the girl as he proceeded to remove his jeans and t-shirt, revealing the lean, tanned body of an accomplished athlete. His large splitter stood proudly out from a small patch of pubic hair on his hard belly and, as he moved across the room to the bed, the meaty cock seemed to bounce and dance at the sight of its next victim. He cupped his fat scrotum, alternately massaging his golf-ball-sized testicles before finally releasing them to sway beneath his cock as he walked. I was frozen between two powerful thoughts. It was obvious I was about to witness the rape of a beautiful woman, and wanted desperately to come to her rescue. On the other hand, I was petrified of the gun, small as it might be; in the end, decided I'd intervene if necessary to prevent injury to this innocent beauty, but felt helpless to act immediately, since my only weapon was the dick in my hand. I watched breathlessly as the stud strolled up to the bed, tore away the sheet and glared at her large, heaving tits. As she began to back away, he reached out with his left hand and took her by the hair. Pulling her by her long silky hair, he slowly guided her pretty face to his belly and rubbed it all around his hard stomach, thighs and balls while rubbing his standing cock against her full lips and cheek with his right hand. She was putting up some resistance, but evidently her fear of the gun prevented her from trying to escape. After two or three tries, he managed to force open her mouth and popped in his big dick. He then put the gun down within reach on an end table and took another handful of hair. He gruffly fucked her mouth much like he would fuck a pillow- - in, out, in, out- - in a steady rhythm that matched my hand's subconscious movement up and down my own cock. Before long, he and I came together. As gob after gob of goo gushed from the end of my dick and splashed on the patio, he held her head still, jammed his cock in as far as he could, and blasted his massive load against her tonsils. Her delicate mouth couldn't hold all his cum, and it bubbled out around the side of her mouth and dripped down her chin. As the last bit of semen dropped from my dick, I noticed a change in the victim's behavior. Instead of continuing her struggle against the man who just ravaged her lovely mouth, she now had one delicate hand around the stud's cock, pumping the last sweet drops out of him. She even licked the come that had leaked out of her mouth and down onto his balls. Evidently she had just lived one of her own fantasies and was ready for more. Or perhaps she felt her only means of survival was complete compliance with his torrid desires. In any event, the vixen from the fuck movie was now coming to life again- - the acting was over! She continued sucking and licking the intruder's cock, alternating the sucking action with a gentle slap of his still-hard cock on each large, firm breast; her hard, brown nipples growing more and more erect with each slap. The gentle strokes became more frequent and soon this beautiful lady was rubbing his massive, saliva- and come-covered dick all around her swollen breasts. His prick had regained its raging, blue-veined hardness and he began to coax her with words I couldn't hear. With half-closed eyes, he began to sway, moving his head left and right to the rhythm of her stroking motions. Suddenly he swung his head in my direction and in the instant his eyes met mine, he seemed to momentarily freeze- - just long enough to realize I had witnessed the whole event from poolside and had been enjoying the scene nearly as much as he had. By now my cock had regained its own state of massive hardness and I was well on my way to another eruption. With discovery, I had stopped all movement, but as he resumed his swaying, he motioned for me to enter the room. I was terrified, but was now inexorably drawn into the bedroom. I honestly don't know if I complied out of fear or because I wanted to be part of this adventure, but I slid the glass door further open and silently slipped into the room. As I entered, the heady combination of smells hit me immediately- - perfume, cum, cunt, sweat. Also, I could now hear the stud coaxing her with gentle comments like "Yeah, that's it... fuck those tits... mmmmm," and "Yeah, that's good... you like my dick?... rub those big titties." I was light-headed as- - prick in hand- - I approached this lovely vixen from behind. When she became aware of another presence in the room, she startled and released the intruder's prick. Her eyes widened as she turned and saw my stiff cock. She knew instantly she was about to be enjoyed by yet another stranger in her own room where just moments ago she was alone. But, she was too far gone in her own lustful stupor to let sensibilities temper her lewd actions. Her eyes hardly left my cock as the stud, who stood in front of her, lifted her by her armpits and drove his rod deep into her sopping, wide-open cunt with one swift plunge. Once impaled, she moaned as he maneuvered her onto the bed on her back, slung her legs up over his shoulders, and began violently humping her inflamed cunt. Almost a reenactment of the awesome fuck I'd seen on the video last night! Also just like in the video last night, this wanton woman started going nuts, driving her lovely ass off the bed to meet him thrust for thrust. The loud slapping sound of his balls smacking against her ass was about all I could take and I stroked my meaty cock stroke for stroke with this lewd display. As hard as he was pounding at her cunt, her response made him look passive by comparison. She began grunting and mewling with each thrust, her cunt lips clinging to his thick meat at every withdrawal. He let her legs slide down from his shoulders and once her feet hit the bed, arched her back and began meeting him thrust for thrust, grinding her pubis against his balls. By this time, I was beside myself and thought I'd pass out from lust as he slowed slightly, reared back to a vertical position, and said "Give her your prick... stick it in her mouth." Without a second invitation, I straddled the beautiful, big-titted girl's shoulders; with a bit of maneuvering, insinuated myself in front of the stranger and plopped myself on her chest, sort of two naked dudes riding a tandem bicycle. I could feel his hot breath on my back as he worked away at her hot pussy, barely missing a stroke. I bent my prick down and presented the head against her lips. She eagerly grasped the base and slurped my engorged tool. I could stand no more and after only a few moments, shot blast after blast of come into her hungrily slurping mouth. This was the most blinding orgasm of my life, made more intense when I felt the stud behind me clench and moan as he began shooting his own load. Just as he began ejaculating, he pulled out of her hot cunt and directed his spurting cock all over her flat stomach and small patch of fur. Some of his white hot come shot up onto my ass and back and felt like boiling oil. When he was done, he reentered her hot box with a groan. Judging by the girl's near-comatose state, it was apparent that she'd enjoyed this double-team as much as we had. As I rolled off to the side and collapsed against the headboard, I looked over at the still-ensconced stud and marveled at his staying power, for I could see as he slowly moved his prick in and out of her pussy in some post-fuck enjoyment that his prick was still fully erect and glistening with a mix of his own come and her copious pussy juice. Responding to his languid fucking motions, our playmate began to match his thrusts while my own arousal became complete again. I'd never been this jazzed in my life! He withdrew from her tight cunt and ordered her to turn over and get up on her hands and knees. No sooner had she complied when he got up on his own knees behind her and planted his rampant cock to the hilt in her squishy, tight pussy. She let out a moan, looked over at me, and grabbed my cock once again. After about two minutes of good straight doggie fucking him and sucking me, she nearly bit the head of my cock off when the stud suddenly withdrew his prick and , in one swift motion, pushed it most of the way into her tight, winking ass-hole. She let out a stifled scream and straightened up against his muscled chest, breasts swaying and heaving as she struggled to free herself from his anal assault. After a thrust or two, however, she began moving in unison with her assailant. It was fairly apparent she'd been fucked in the ass before and kind of liked it! She was magnificent- - on her knees, eyes half closed, head thrown back, tits jiggling with his every thrust. Soon she began to moan and throw her head from side to side. She reached for me, half senseless, and cried "stick something in my cunt!" Sensing her lustful desire, the stud rocked her even further back to allow me access to her sopping cunt. In a heartbeat, my dick was fully seated in her pussy with the stud in full possession of her tight, grasping butt-hole. The sensations for me were stupendous; evidently for her as well. She began to buck and groan, her tits smacking against my chest, and before I or my cohort could cum, she again collapsed between us, now whimpering and completely spent. It soon became apparent that despite our continued vigorous in-and-out fucking of both her hot holes, this lady was out for the count. Her dead weight only contributed to the exquisite pressures being exerted on our still-rampant, buried-to-the-hilt cocks. In fact, her lack of activity allowed me to feel for the very first time another guy's engorged cock vigorously working away on the other side of a very thin membrane. The alternate rubbing of our cocks virtually against one another, coupled with the soft but firm impact of his fat scrotum against my own soon brought me to the awareness that we were using this vixen's cunt and asshole to also pleasure each other; to rub my hard prick and swollen balls against another dude's while reveling in the lubricity of this sweet, comatose bitch. Long, jabbing strokes soon brought us to a mutual gush of sperm deep in her insides. An immense amount of semen shot from my cock, and I felt completely drained. In the calm afterglow of this incredible orgasm, I could feel the rhythmic throbbing of his huge, unabated cock-meat, still sheathed in her tight rectum. In our exhausted state, it was all we could do to unseat our whimpering companion and lay her aside to sleep off her near faint. As we turned back to face each other, knees touching, the look in his eyes told me it wasn't just my fantasy we'd just fulfilled. His admiring look up and down my body and lingering glance at my half-erect, wet dick told me this session could have turned out much differently if it had been my/Paul's house he'd burgled instead of hers. "I'm ready for a dip," said the well-hung burglar, climbing off the bed and heading for the patio door. As he padded across the carpet, I was astonished that his giant prick was still mostly erect and heavily swaying side to side with every step. He stopped in the doorway and asked if I was going to join him in the pool. Being fully worn out, I said I'd pass; after a trip to the john, would be leaving. He reminded me that I had been a willing participant in what had happened and that if I squealed, he'd implicate me as well. I promised I'd never tell and headed for the bathroom. My prick was mildly sore and well used; the tepid shower was soothing to my overworked cock and balls. The hot spray of the dual shower nozzles served to revive me somewhat. As I stepped from the glass enclosure, I was startled by the sight of our naked, ravishing (and recently ravished, I might add) vixen standing in the door holding the gun that the intruder had left on the lamp table in his haste to jump in the pool. "Enjoyed yourselves, did you?" she spat. "Well, we'll see how much you enjoy this! Get in here!" she ordered with a vengeance in her voice that didn't allow for argument. "Call your partner in from the pool," she demanded. I tried to explain that we were not partners, but she gestured vehemently with the gun at my crotch and I did as she said. "She wants more...?" he stopped dead in mid-sentence and mid-stride with his massive prick in his hand when he saw his forgotten now pistol in hers. "Yeah, she's ready for more," she said sarcastically, motioning for him to come all the way into the room. "Now you two are going to provide me with a little entertainment... you," she said, motioning to me, "get on the bed and sit with your back against the headboard. I slowly complied and was shocked at her next command. "Climb on the bed and suck his cock... no hands!" she ordered the stud. "Get on all fours and point your ass in the air; I've got a present for you. She walked to the dresser, opened a drawer and took out a box. She rummaged around, obviously looking for something in particular; after a couple of seconds, produced a large, black rubber dick, complete with exaggerated glans and thick, ropy veins. It even had massive, jiggly balls hanging down from the bottom. "Move!" she ordered. Reluctantly, the intruder climbed on the bed and looked at me for only a moment- - long enough to see in his eyes both a fear of the gun and a longing to comply willingly with her instructions. As his lips began ministering to my cock, I couldn't help enjoying the wonderful sensation as it grew thicker and stiffened in his hot mouth. He nearly bit the head off, however, when she touched his sensitive asshole with the tip of the dreadful object she'd removed from her drawer. "I've been saving this for a special occasion," she laughed, "and now I'm going to push this baby all the way up your ass. Reach back here and spread your butt wide for me!" Her voice cracked as she spoke, indicating her heightened arousal at the scene before her. As she forced the dildo farther and farther into his ass, he released my throbbing prick and groaned, as much with pleasure as with pain, which now in retrospect I should have noticed as odd. It seemed he was more used to this giant dick in his ass than the fear in his eyes belied. I didn't have long to dwell on this analysis, however, as she abruptly pulled the huge rubber cock out of the stud's ass and threw it aside. She moved off the bed, still naked, and moving to his side, ordered "turn around and squat down on that cock! Move! This was almost more than I could take. My throbbing erection was about to be buried for the very first time in another man's ass, and I was too confused to know how to react. Slowly, the sweating, well-muscled stud turned his back to me and positioned his asshole over my throbbing cock-meat. He reached down between his legs and grabbed my dick, guiding the hot spear toward his sphincter. Being well lubricated from the previous invader, his ass easily opened up to allow my engorged cock to pass easily all the way up to his vitals in one swift plunge. I was so deep in his bowels that his heat seemed to be soaking into the sensitive shaft of my cock. With a groan, he shuddered and fell slightly forward, trying to catch his balance. In the next moment, I became aware through his tight heat that I could feel his heartbeat through my cock! This thought drove me wild and as he began slowly rising up and down on my shaft, I couldn't help but reach around with both arms, grab a handful of his meaty dick and begin stroking him in rhythm with his rise and fall on my lap. After a few moments, he let out another moan and settled all the way down on my prick. I kept up the stroking on his meat and soon became aware that our vixen was kneading both of our heavy ball sacks together, as if it was a mass of four fat balls in one scrotum. It was all the stud could take as, with a hard clench of his ass, he started shooting come up through my fast-moving hands. The white goo shot high enough for me to see it arc and splash on the girl's face and heaving breasts. I followed next by shooting gob after gob of pearly jizz deep into the stud's hot, clenching bowels. That's the last I remember; I swooned and passed out from my fourth massive orgasm of the day! When I came to, I was alone in the room, slumped over on the bed. With great effort, I sat up and swung my legs over the side. The smells of hot sex that lingered in the room brought back all the memories of the past two hours. But where were the stud and the woman? Had I dreamed all this? Was it just my imagination after seeing that video at Paul's? As my head cleared, I heard voices in the main part of the house and feebly rose to my unsteady feet and staggered out of the bedroom. What I encountered after leaving the room was like another step onto a "Twilight Zone" set, as there where the living room should be, was a large sound stage surrounding a set arranged to look like a typical kitchen and dining room. Glancing to my right I saw another set with half a dozen video cameras aimed through the one-way glass that formed the three walls around the bedroom! People were casually walking around `the set' smoking, drinking coffee and talking. No one seemed to notice my nakedness, in fact, other people were naked in other sections of this `studio.' If this all wasn't surprising enough, there at a small table behind the cameras sat the beautiful vixen and the `thief' in bathrobes, conversing quietly with none other than Paul Gant, my best buddy! "Gotcha, big guy!" said Paul when he noticed me standing in the hallway. "Wanna see yourself on film? In a blinding flash, it all came together, the bright lights, wall-to-wall mirrors, the beautiful brunette from the film- - it all meant I'd been had! Again! Big Time! "Well, good buddy, you're now a porno star!" chided Paul, "... not half bad, either. Four cum shots! I wish I could get four cum shots from those high-priced pretty boys we usually hire. I stared open-mouthed, unable to form words. He continued, "Hell, for a while there, I thought you knew we were filming. You were so tuned in to what we were trying to do with that scene, it couldn't have been any better if I'd been in there fucking away, and I'm the director! You're a fucking natural, dude. I didn't know if he was kidding or not. Between the utter exhaustion of the fuck scene and the complete surprise that it was all just a film sequence, staged by my best friend who was supposedly out of town, I was barely able to think. "What do you mean I'm a porno star?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. "I mean, all we gotta do is shoot a few more `lead-in' shots, fill out the story line, and we've got a hit, good buddy, a solid-gold hit! And you're the star! I think we'll call it `Boner in Paradise.' Vic wasn't kidding! I had a boner aching to get out of my pants almost from the first paragraph. At about the time in the story line where the author was jacking off in the hot tub, I'd released my cock from the tight confines of my jeans and was jacking and leaking right along with him. I had to pace myself to keep from shooting goo all over my laptop! I couldn't wait to talk to Vic about this story- - and about how it inspired him to install video systems like this- - and ask him how he only came three times!